Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Can,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.